Fairest of all the lights above Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound Fain wou'd my soul enjoy her God For mercies, countless as the sands From pole to pole let others roam Fierce passions discompose the mind Father how wide thy glory shines
God is a name my soul adores
God moves in a mysterious way
Great God of wonders! all thy ways
Gentle spirit, waft me over
Great king! thy dread decrees
Gall'd with the tyrant's power
Great God, amid the darksome night
Great God, what hosts of angels stand
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah God of my life, to thee I call
Hence from my soul, my sins depart He dies-the heavenly lover dies How meanly dwells th' immortal mind How long shall death the tyrant reign Hark! 'tis the trump of God
Hail! thou eternal Logos, hail
Hasten, hasten sweetest dove
Hark! hark! the trumpet's solemn sound 77
Honour to that diviner ray -
Hear, gracious God, my humble moan How great, how terrible that God
He comes, he comes to judge the world 128 Hail, sovereign love! that first began
Hail mercy, name for ever dear
Hail to the sovereign pow'r that broke Hear O ye dead, awake, arise
Hail! pilgrims on the burning sands Hark! my soul, it is the Lord
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds Hear what God the Lord hath spoken Here at Bethesda's pool the poor Hark! hark! salvation loudly sounds Happy the hours the golden days
Infinite power, eternal Lord If there are passions in my soul Jesus I love. Come dearest name It is the Lord-enthron'd in light Jesus, at thy command
Jesus lover of my soul Jesus, my all, to heaven's gone I quit the world's fantastic joys Jesus the sovereign and the friend Indulgent Father, how divine Imprison'd, dark, shut up, I lay Jesus, my fainting spirit waits - Joy is a fruit that will not grow Jesus whose blood so freely stream'd I wou'd, but cannot sing
Jesus thy blood and righteousness
In evil long I took delight Jesus, and shall it ever be Into a frame of holy awe
Keep silence all created things King of Salem, bless my soul
Lord thou hast been thy children's God Let avarice, from shore to shore Lord, when we see a saint of thine Lord, at the footstool of thy grace Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets Lo! he comes with clouds descending Lord, thou with an unerring beam Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me Let others boast their ancient line Let those who walk in paths of sin Let all my anxious cares be gone Let saints on earth their anthems raise
My thoughts that often mount the skies Mortals, awake, with angels join My crimes awake, and hideous fear - Mad is the world's delusive strife Must all the charms of nature then My God! thy boundless love we praise 145
Messiah's born-the glad'ning sound My song shall bless the Lord of all My God, shall I for ever mourn
No 'tis in vain to seek for bliss
Not all the nobles of the earth Now let my faith grow strong, and rise Now let our souls, on wings sublime - Now far above the starry skies
No more, ye humble mourners, sigh Now in a song of grateful praise
O azure vaults! O chrystal sky Oft have I sat in secret sighs O for a closer walk with God O that I knew the secret place Our Lord is risen from the dead O the immense, th' amazing height Of all the joys we mortals know O what stupendous mercy shines. O Lord, my best desires fulfil O my soul, what means this sadness O'er the gloomy hills of darkness Our souls, O Lord, adore
O blest the souls! who firmly just O happy Saints! who sweetly rest Our life is but an idle play O Lord! to whom for help I call
O thou, whose tender mercies hear
One there is, above all others
O how I love thy holy word O for a faith to see my God O for a thousand tongues to sing
Praise ye the Lord with joyful tongue Prostrate, dear Jesus at thy feet Precious Bible! what a treasure Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am Pity a helpless sinner, Lord
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Return, degen'rate soul, return Return to bless my waiting eyes Rejoice, the Lord is King
Stand still, refulgent orb of day Shall Atheists dare insult the cross Some Seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue 28 Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow Stand and adore! How glorious he See the glad day approach
Say, who is she, that looks abroad See how rude winter's icy hand Sinners, O why so thoughtless grown Sinners now we call upon you
Say, heavenly muse, and teach my song 154 See! God unsheaths his flaming sword 165 See how the spirit's griev'd -
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